You were half conscious in your hospital bed
Better now in hospice than in the ICU
Better than the lovely single room you had
Where you were yet tubed and wired
Now your body was free from constraint
The nurse brought your food as always
Not for you she said maybe for me as I
Witnessed a whole meal you could not eat
Except for the sweet small bowl of fruit
I took it up and carried it to you not quite
Able to see me but you knew I was there
With a little spoon I fed you berry by berry
A grape you took into your mouth and burst
A red raspberry a piece of melon you smiled
Each tiny bit of fruit you savored enjoyed
Did you know this would be your last meal
It was as if we were making love there on your
Death bed one last acknowledgment of our
Trust devotion our embraced spirits sharing this
Final Moment of sensuality
--For Darryl
Vernal Equinox, 2026
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